The Mysterious Midnight Magnate

72: Schemes Of The Johansson Brothers

As the bucket of acid crashed to the floor with a deafening thud, Eric's instincts kicked in, pushing him out of harm's way just in time. A smirk played across his lips as he watched Greg Henrik's stunned expression, the shock evident in his wide eyes.

"You thought you could catch me off guard," Eric mused, his voice laced with amusement as he stared at Greg Henrik from afar. "But you underestimated me."

Around him, the guests murmured in hushed tones, casting nervous glances at the now vacant table where Eric was supposed to be seated. Security personnel rushed to the scene, attempting to restore order as the current host on stage desperately tried to calm the crowd.

"I can't believe someone would do such a thing!" one guest exclaimed, shaking their head in disbelief.

"They found a bucket of acid on the ceiling," another whispered, their voice tinged with fear. "It's lucky Mr. Radcliffe moved when he did."

Greg Henrik, still recovering from the failed attempt on Mr. Radcliffe’s life